C72 Fever

Gu Shenwei wasn't discussing, he was giving the order instead.

Su Tian clenched his fists, the blood red on his face retreated, he bit hard on his lower lip, and after a long while, he finally stopped struggling, and closed his eyes in despair, and slowly let go.

What position did she use to refuse?

Lifting his hand, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Su Tian lowered his head